This might be short, my sincerest apologies. This request was from euivcbvcgdyic. If you wish me to redo this, then I will.
Other than that here's Angel Rantaro and Demon Korekiyo.
______________________________________Everything meets it's end eventually, especially our lives. Even so, our love continues to live on, and then we're reborn once again.
Laying in a garden full of bright serenity; the wind gently blows against the collection of heavenly flowers, filling the air with a perfumed scent and the sound of that of a harp. Although beautiful, the best sight was the one he loved, who was resting his his head on my lap.
I gaze fondly at all of his features intently. His hair falls perfectly on his face, framing his cheeks and jaw like a work of art. His soft lips parted slightly. The way his wings were gracefully spread out. Everything about Rantaro was angelic and pure. I couldn't help but smile, as I take every detail. He's truly beautiful inside and out.
The complete opposite of me.
Unfortunately, I am not like my beloved. For the person I've become, my sins are stained on my hands. Hesitant to even lay a finger on him, afraid to hurt or corrupt him, I take caution in my next moves.
I swallowed my doubts and cautiously cup his face with my darkened hands. I exhaled a breath I wasn't aware I was holding. To my luck, nothing happened. A smile returned to my face as I rubbed his cheek gently with my thumb. I leaned down and plant a soft kiss on his lips, careful not to wake him. His parted lips form into a smile and he takes hold of my hand.
I chuckled quietly to myself, holding his other hand. I close my eyes, feeling the wind against my face. For once in a lifetime, peace is all I feel. I pull Rantaro up into my arms, resting his head in the nape of my neck. I feel his wrapping his arms around mine as he lulls back into slumber. I kiss him on the head and hold him closer.
No matter what the future faces, no matter what comes out way; I will always protect him. I won't let the darkness corrupt him. And I would gladly die again if it meant my beloveds life.
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Amaguji Stories.
Short StoryI didn't want my other book to be just Amaguji and someone, you know who you are, said it was a good idea. So, this is it. There will be a trigger warnings, of course. Also, I'm not good at writing, so my apologies. The pacing may be awful, the cha...